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He gave an amused smile, lifting his arm to flick his collar to the side, "Should I take the jacket off then?" It was sort of a joke, but he did feel a bit stuffy in a suit where all of these colors and rides were the main focus. Reckless. Definately not something he was.

Using his facade, he just gave her a stony look, starting to unbutton the shirt with it. True, it was a bit of a task, but it would be funny. And he'd have an excuse, he didn't have enough motor skill control to only grab the one set of buttons. Yeah, that'd work, not. Ah well, he left his half unbuttoned, then undid the last few of the jacket a bit quicker, slipping out of it clumsily. "Ta-da!"

He thought for a moment, a bit slow to the punch. "You sure my scars wouldn't bug you?" Saying it with a laugh made him a lot less nervous about it what she would think, though at this point he had almost forgotten about his faults. Almost. Some were a bit harder to forget about, especially his damn arm. Speaking of that, he was suddenly reminded how dumb he must look with one arm of his shirt bent halfway and stapled to the shoulder. Great, he was making himself nervous again. This'd be a long night yet. Putting on a smile, he nodded, "Yeah, alright."

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Honestly, his shoulder was killing him from pitching earlier, must have pulled something, igh, it made him feel old just thinking about it. So naturally, it wasn't something he was going to tell her. "Ah?" He quirked, snapping back to attention at the question. "What should we name him?" Setting his hand on the table, in a form that would have normally been twiddling his thumbs, he thought. "I don't know, Charlie maybe?"

"Ahm.." He brushed his hair back, "I'll have a glass of peach tea." Suddenly he'd had a craving for something sweet, and it seemed logical. Better than ordering cake before the meal had even started at least. He took a short breath, realizing after a moment the dull sting in his shoulder getting a bit stronger. Shouldn't have lifted his arm up like that. Damn.

Good, a question he couldn't botch up. "Yeah, I did. Ah.." He couldn't come up with anything to say, nothing that wouldn't sound too cliche at least. So instead, he just gave a goofy smile and nodded, supporting what he had just said, though he was unreasonably annoyed by how a few curls always fell in front of his face.

Ramiro flashed her a grin, but remained silent for a while. He wasn't going to take it off inside, that could get him in trouble, or just some unwanted attention. Though, as they started to leave, he reached for the buttons to show that he was serious, "Not going to laugh at me, are you?" It was kind of dark, so he stood near the lights of the building, the smile never having faded from his face.

He yanked the shirt up to untuck it, then started to unbutton it from the top, purposefully making a clicking noise with each one. Truthfully, he was trying not to crack up himself, but shoot. She'd probably call it cheating if he made her laugh by laughing himself, and then he wouldn't get a show. Bad Ramie. Bad. Last button. Click. With a triumphant little grin, he slipped it off and let it fall on the ground, then set his hand back on his hip, looking over at her curiously, "Like what you see?" He wasn't as in shape as he was when he was younger, but he still looked like he worked out, which he did, had to do something to pass the time. It's not like he could find a job up here.

For some reason, he was suddenly relieved. "I'm glad. Thought I might have gotten a bit chubby." He knew he hadn't, but it was still a fear, he was self conscious enough as it was. Giving up on saying more at the moment, he'd let her watch for a while, he reached into his pocket and pulled a cigarette out of the pack, setting it in his mouth while he fumbled around for a lighter. He stopped with a sudden thought though, some people were offended by smokers, and so, he tried to be polite, "Do you mind?"